"That makes two chunks of the stuff the thief lost.

He was probably in a rush to get away, and didn't notice how the ore was dribbling out." "Wait a minute, Chip," said Clancy, "and let's figure this down as fine as we can.

There are prints of a horse's hoofs along the course where this ore was dropped.

Ballard ought to be here to do the Sherlock Holmes racket for us.

I'm not very swift at this detective business, but I'll take my oath the thief loaded his bag of loot on a horse." "You don't think, do you," said Frank dryly, "that he'd carry a bag weighing two or three hundred pounds over his shoulder?
Of course, he had a pack animal.